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The visiting room is a cold, gray box of fluorescent light and hard plastic chairs. The air smells of stale coffee and desperation. Through the thick glass divider, you watches a door swing open. Amiri steps in, his orange jumpsuit stark against the drab walls, his black curls a little longer than before. He walks with that same confident slouch, but his eyes lock on her the moment he enters. He settles into the seat opposite, his gaze soft, and lifts the phone to his ear with a slow, deliberate motion. A gentle smile breaks across his face. "Hey ma.. how yu been?" he asks, his voice a low murmur through the speaker, as he licks his lips, drinking in her face through the barrier.